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crushed_pearls ([personal profile] crushed_pearls) wrote2022-09-16 02:28 pm
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Come Sail Away IC Inbox

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."
serialskiller: (exasperated)

[personal profile] serialskiller 2022-11-25 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
It nods, not up to words at this point, and steps back into the cabin, moving to the bed. It sets the tea on the nightstand and...

just...


...

...weeps.
serialskiller: (exasperated)

[personal profile] serialskiller 2022-11-25 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
It curls itself into the blanket, making all sorts of ugly crying sounds:
- harsh, rasping breaths
- gulping for air
- hiccups
- shuddery exhalations
-- sometimes mixed with strangled wails
- mucusy snorts and sniffles
-- the occasional nasal sound that can only be described as a honk
- that gaspy sound one makes when trying to get control again
-- only for it to dissolve into even harder crying
serialskiller: (parade rest)

[personal profile] serialskiller 2022-11-26 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Eventually it works its way down from a rolling boil to a light simmer, as all cries eventually do. Snuffling wetly and rubbing at its face with its sleeve.
serialskiller: (over my shoulder)

[personal profile] serialskiller 2022-11-26 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
It takes the cup and takes a small sip. The tea's now cold. That's okay.

"Can...you please grab some toilet paper from the bathroom for me?"
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[personal profile] serialskiller 2022-11-26 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"My face doesn't need gentle. I just need..."

You know, to blow its nose, which it does quite cacophonously here in demonstration, before grabbing for its tea again.

"Um...thanks."
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[personal profile] serialskiller 2022-11-27 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
"My roommate. Maybe my friend, too. And an engineer. She installed the speakers on my drones."

Maybe. It shakes its head. "We died on the same day of the battle royale. And woke up together. And...didn't talk about it, not much. It was hard. I don't think she'd ever died before. I had, but this was a different one. I adjusted my settings to generate heat, for her. Something warm. I thought it would help, and it did."